You Made the Best Coffee
I remember how
you'd heat the leche
to make me a cafe con leche.
You'd use that special sock
to strain the grounds
fresh ground!
We'd sit and talk
by the window
watching our "kids" playing
in the back yard.
They'd bark to come in
wanting to share in the aroma
of your special roast
imported from Argentina
just like you!
I miss you, dear.
To: Enrique Esteban Barrera
1930-2005
Copyright © Sheila Kathryn Barrera | Year Posted 2008
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